Analysis of Friday
Elizabeth Jennings 1926 (Boston) – 2001
We nailed the hands long ago,
Wove the thorns, took up the scourge and shouted
For excitement's sake, we stood at the dusty edge
Of the pebbled path and watched the extreme of pain.
But one or two prayed, one or two
Were silent, shocked, stood back
And remembered remnants of words, a new vision,
The cross is up with its crying victim, the clouds
Cover the sun, we learn a new way to lose
What we did not know we had
Until this bleak and sacrificial day,
Until we turned from our bad
Past and knelt and cried out our dismay,
The dice still clicking, the voices dying away.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101101 1011101010 1111110101 10110100111 11111111 010111 001010110110 011111101001 10011101111 1111111 011100101 01111101 1010111001 011100101001 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 563 |
Words | 111 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 10 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 32 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 224 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 55 |
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Submitted on August 03, 2020
Modified on March 05, 2023
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